Everybody Gets The Nice One

Written by Loui Crow
Everybody Gets The Nic One
Loui Crow - Streaming 11/26

Everybody Gets The Nice One

[INTRO]

I keep my phone beside me.
I keep the volume loud.
I know how you worry
when you can't track me down.

The phone rings.
I bite the skin
off my lip.
I put my fork down.
Pause my show.

You ask how I'm doing.
I start to let you know.
You cut me off.
Your day's been bad.

I hear the trouble
in your voice.
I put my words away.

[PRE-CHORUS]

What if I have nothing
helpful to say?
I've already said it.
No matter how much I do,
I still feel helpless.

[CHORUS]

Everybody gets the nice one.
Everybody gets the smile.
Everybody gets the nice one.
I hate the way you need me.
I love the way you do.
Everybody gets the nice one.
I get what's left behind.

[VERSE 2]

Another phone call.
I let it ring twice.
I picture you
getting upset.
I answer.

You need help again.
My mouth says yes.
My stomach sinks.
I hear myself make promises
I already know I'll mind.

We talk about
your relationships.
We talk about
your sleep.
We talk about
your fears.

I find ways
to make you laugh.
I know how you like
your coffee.
I remember every story.

And a petty little part of me
wonders when
you'll ask about me.

[BREAK]

I let you cry.
I tell you,
"It'll be alright."

I've said everything I know.
You're still crying, though.

[PRE-CHORUS 2]

Sometimes I want you
to hurry up
and feel better.

I hate myself
for thinking that.

So I ask you another question.
And I stay a little longer.
But
my words are running out.

[VERSE 3]

Did I sound annoyed?
Did I say the wrong thing?

I take it all to bed.
I fold their problems into squares.
I stack them in my head.

I've been trying so hard
to love them right.

I don't know how long
I can keep doing this.

[CHORUS]

Everybody gets the nice one.
Everybody gets the smile.
Everybody gets the nice one.
I hate the way you need me.
I love the way you do.
Everybody gets the nice one.
I get what's left behind.

[BRIDGE]

I'm afraid you'll think
I'm getting tired of you.
Sometimes I am.

I tell you,
"Yes, I love you.

I'm still here.
Yes,
I'm listening."

Sometimes I just get tired
of being needed.

[BREAKDOWN]

How much more do you need from me?
I say it in my head.
When do I get to need something?

What else must I become
so you'll feel loved?

[FINAL VERSE]

I cut my finger making dinner.
I stand there watching red.
Call myself a clumsy shit.
I wrap it up.
I get back to the dishes.
Leave the rest unsaid.

I worry if you've eaten.
I worry if you've slept.

I just want someone
to enjoy my world
for a while.

I want them to call
just 'cause
they thought of me.

I want to hear them
have something good to say.

I just wanna have
a good day.

(I just wanna have
a good day.)

[FINAL CHORUS]

Everybody gets the nice one.
Everybody gets the smile.
Everybody gets the nice one.
I hate the way you need me.
I love the way you do.
Everybody gets the nice one.
I get what's left behind.

[OUTRO]

Everybody gets the nice one,
even when the nice one
is falling apart.

The phone rings again.
I hope it's somebody calling
just to tell me
something funny.

Inspired by one of my son's favorite children's books about a grumpy goose, I wanted to paint my own grumpy little goose for Everybody Gets The Nice One. I used a mix of my left and right hands to bring it to life. 🪿🖤

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com